The Tragedy of Felix and Jake

by J. Daniels

“Look at everything he’s done for you. Look at everything he’s done for his country! Three tours! He’s given you everything. Please don’t do this to him. Please.” His voice broke on that one, I heard it. I cry harder and curl into a ball on the seat.

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I was twenty when my brother cried after putting me in the back of his car. My wrists bleeding from the cuffs. (I couldn’t feel a thing.)

Actually teared up reading this 😭

can I drive us tonight? please? my car stopped smelling like u and it sucks so much :(

“I’m not going to fuck up again.” “That’s the biggest load of bullshit I’ve ever heard you say, junkie.

Sobbingggggg, he didn't have to call him a junkie 💔

“Stay sober or don’t. I don’t give a fuck what happens to you anymore, Jake.” I blink up at my brother and whisper, “What?” Did he really just say that? “When I get home with Riley after she recovers, you won’t be there,” he continues. “Don’t come around. Don’t call me. And don’t fucking reach out to her either. I find out you do, and you’ll know what it’s like to really take a punch from me.”

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“I’ve tried hating you a lot over the years, Jake,” CJ says, acting like he doesn’t hear me. “And I keep thinking, you know, maybe if he knows I hate him, maybe then he’ll understand what he’s doing to me every time he uses, and he’ll finally stop trying to take my brother from me.” My eyes start to water, and everything is so blurry now. I can barely see. “CJ.”

Please their scenes had me crying

And he’s openly crying now as he grabs on to the bottom of his chair and pulls it as close to the bed as he can get it without crushing his legs so he can lean over me and lay his head in my lap and wrap his strong arms around me.

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“I couldn’t live if something happens to you. And I got a lot to live for, Jake. I’m trying to build this family with Riley, but if I don’t have my brother…” He pauses, his eyes flooding with tears. “I won’t make it if you don’t. So, I need you to do this. Okay? I need you to beat this. For me, and for Felix, for Riley and what I have with her… Please, Jake. Okay? Please?”

No THIS had me weeping

“I’m proud of you for doing this,” he says while we embrace, tightening his hold around my back. “You’re my favorite person in the world. Nothing’s going to change that, okay?” “O-Okay,” I choke out. “Where are you going to be in four years, Jake?” “Sober. With you.”

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Today, I am eight hundred and twenty-seven days sober. My name is Jake Tully and I’m an addict. And I’ll always be an addict. I’ll never beat this. But I’ll keep going to meetings, and I’ll talk to my sponsor (who I’m going to ask to marry me), and I’ll fight this until I win. We are going to win.

Six Hundred And Thirty-Three Days Later (Four Years Total) Dear Reader, We did it :) Jake + Felix Tully <3